In 31 years of marriage, which I celebrate today, there are many lessons to be learned. In addition to the core curriculum of “love” and “respect”, I would add “listening 101” to the required courses for happiness in marriage. Having flunked the course many times over the years, I’m technically on academic probation, but by the grace of my life instructor I see hope for a passing grade sometime before our golden anniversary.
When I announced to my wife that I was starting a blog, her aversion to “life in a fishbowl” became very evident. She made it clear that didn’t want her name or picture on the Internet, perhaps because of watching one too many “Dateline” specials on cyber stalkers or identity theft.
Since I started my own blog on my own self-named website, we obviously don’t see eye-to-eye on this subject. Viewing this as another quiz in “listening 101” I asked how I should refer to her, other than to say “my wife.” With a perfectly straight face, she said I could call her “Pinky.” Since my place is not to question why, I officially introduce you to Pinky, my wife of 31 years today.
A picture is worth a thousand words, so consider this one slightly discounted to roughly 925 due to the privacy bar I have inserted. Here I am with Pinky on a trip to Solvang and Santa Barbara a few years ago. Doesn’t she have a great smile?
We are blessed to have two great kids, Red and Pinky II (otherwise known as Ryan and Andrea, seen below). Apparently they don’t share their mother’s grave concerns over the dangers of Internet exposure as both have My Space and Facebook sites, and Ryan is now responsible for developing Web 2.0 strategies for an international relief agency.
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